The whole time we’re standing by the entryway to the Ballroom, waiting for guests to show up, Eros is grinning oddly. I mean, I am happy that he is happy, but he hasn’t said a word ever since we met up here, apart from a silent ‘oof’, that he let out as he saw me. And despite trying my best to figure out what is that all about, he was hiding his thoughts perfectly.
We’re still alone outside, so I use the chance to speak up. Because frankly, I can’t take this torturing silence anymore and I need to find out what he finds so amusing. “Alright, what is up with you? You didn’t even greet me when you came,” I accuse him.
He looks at me with an amused expression on his face. “And it took you all this time to state your disapproval out loud?” he remarks, arching an eyebrow in a challengin
